rubyredrose (
rubyredrose) wrote2006-02-04 09:02 am
braindump
Dreams are...really really odd at times.
I dreamt I was at a friends house...which was also work. Somehow. And as some may remember, I work in an auto claims department. So I was trying to take a call - a first loss report of an accident, in fact...but I was trying to do some from a cellphone (where I work we wear headsets) and without a computer. So I was desperately trying to get someone to hand me a notebook so I could write down the loss report...and then I was handed a notebook already full of notes - musical notations, even - and couldn't write it down. And I was trying to get them to give me a notebook that DIDN'T already have stuff in it, and they, misunderstanding, were trying to tell me about what was in the notebook. Meanwhile, I couldn't put the person giving the loss report on hold to explain I what I needed because my cellphone didn't have that option. And the loss report? I don't remember exact details, but suffice to say it involved a man, in michigan, whose mailing address was in Kuwait, who had hit a train going 200 miles an hour (the train, not the man).
*face desk*
I dreamt I was at a friends house...which was also work. Somehow. And as some may remember, I work in an auto claims department. So I was trying to take a call - a first loss report of an accident, in fact...but I was trying to do some from a cellphone (where I work we wear headsets) and without a computer. So I was desperately trying to get someone to hand me a notebook so I could write down the loss report...and then I was handed a notebook already full of notes - musical notations, even - and couldn't write it down. And I was trying to get them to give me a notebook that DIDN'T already have stuff in it, and they, misunderstanding, were trying to tell me about what was in the notebook. Meanwhile, I couldn't put the person giving the loss report on hold to explain I what I needed because my cellphone didn't have that option. And the loss report? I don't remember exact details, but suffice to say it involved a man, in michigan, whose mailing address was in Kuwait, who had hit a train going 200 miles an hour (the train, not the man).
*face desk*

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